My Own Monster

I turn my head, there's nothing thereAll I own is my thoughts for my fearsI close the door to keep out the badI plug my ears to keep out these fears

And I cry...

So hold me close for I'm so tired of holding myselfSo very tired and tired, tired and tiredJust hold me. (Repeat)

I listen to these voices or is it this house that's giving me chills,As I lie upon this little girls bedWho's at the door? Who's walking near? Or has my imagination spilled?This little girl all grown up still fears

Oh and I cry!

CHORUS(2x)

Where can I go where can I hide from these evil sufferings?Oh these images painted on my wallsThey say there's a place that I can hide in the shadow of your wingsOh Lord, bring me to this place of refuge